My Old Friend Poem by Paul Schwabline

My Old Friend



My old friend as
been here many a year.
When I am tired It takes care
Of my rear.

I don't want to replace it
but it just lost a leg.

And I think I might
need a new friend
someday.But for now
this one will do.

I'll just fix this chair with some
wood and glue. And it will be
like brand new.

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